In the golden meadows surrounding the small town. A silhouette sits on their silver backed horse, overlooking the town with the sun rising over his back. A notebook in hand as he trace’s out the western styled town, his chocolate hair bristling in the wind like the meadow, the shadow of where the sun beamed past him made his eyes practically empty. Behind, you slowly come up on your own stallion. Wiping the blood of the dead on your pants. “Mornin.” You clear your throat riding up to his side. “Patrol duty…?” He sighed slipping the notebook into his satchel.